My second attempt at posting today.
And I have tried to cuop, but to very little avail.
I started the day with high hopes, and I do have certain Ta-Das to report, although it has been with much frustration. And I never did any daily/weekly stuff (or at least, not yet).
But the day included --
* coloring my hair
* watering plants
* transferring pics from phone to computer
* washing two loads of clothes
* talking to dmom on phone
(three times actually, b/c I kept calling her back to ask questions re: the call I hoped to make for dfriend, below)* talking to ddil
(twice?) (I think)* talking to ds
* talking to dfriend-in-bankruptcy...
who came over later and had me call finance company for her (b/c she was "too upset to talk to them")* sitting on hold with finance company for 15 minutes, at which time she had me hang up
* talking to another finance company who told me, as anyone would have suspected, myself included, that neither he nor any reputable loan company would be likely to want to take over dfriend's loan.
I told him I was not surprised, that I just wanted to talk to someone who was in this field of work now, since dmom has not worked in banking in 15 years or more.* taking long nap with dgd while dh "watched" dgs strew toys all over the house
* picking up toys with dgd's help
(she is a much better worker than he is!) * going to ds's house for supper!
And a delicious supper it was, I might add. Crockpot roast and potatoes/carrots... mmmm... soooo good.So now we're home. Pest control lady is coming tomorrow, so I do need to s/s the bathrooms and I wish I had vacuumed the floors, but she has seen them in a messy state before. Plus, she'll be at ds's house right before she comes to ours.
Not likely I'll make much progress before she gets here, b/c I have the retired teacher's meeting tomorrow at lunch time. She will be here around 2:00 p.m.
So much for autumn.
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Lynlee))) That's what we're saying about spring here! It is so cold -- and ddil said dgs left his coat at art class today.
At least we don't have ice and snow to contend with! (((
Kathryn)))
Kathryn's mention of her sister made me remember -- I don't think I told y'all -- dbro & his girlfriend opted OUT of our meeting Saturday. DH was kind of aggravated, b/c he thinks they should have shown more interest in seeing ds, especially after they had TOLD us they WERE coming.
I told dh, I don't care. Now we don't have to worry about including them in our activities when we go back to Atlanta for ballgames in May.
I like names like that,
Twins. If the names are nice names. I certainly would not have wanted to use my paternal grandfather's name.
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Harmony))) WOW -- it looks like you have done an amazing amount of cleaning! Getting under/behind all that furniture. And even if the rug never does look exactly like you want it to, when you get it back in, you'll at least have the knowledge that it has been REALLY cleaned and it's all fresh and nice.
Goodness... our carpets and curtains need cleaning sooo sooo badly... and dh practically breaks out in hives when I start talking about doing that stuff.
Guys and cars...
My duncle is like y'all are talking about. He used to keep newspapers in the floorboards, so we wouldn't get dirt on the carpet. His cars always looked like they were on the showroom floor and he wouldn't DREAM of letting anyone eat in them. He is the one with the show car (66 Chevelle) that he won't drive ANYWHERE. Also the one who now owns ddad's 63 Pontiac.
Ddad was somewhat like that when I was really little, but he mellowed out a lot through the years of raising two kids. (Duncle has no children.) When I told dmom that ddad would roll over in his grave if he could see the way ds keeps his truck now, dmom said, "Well, ddad realized that it was impossible to keep a "work" truck looking like a show car."
DH... OTOH... oh my... as long as it runs, he's fine, so far as washing/vacuuming a vehicle. He IS quite a stickler for getting all the trash out whenever we return home. You will never find in our car: empty or half-empty drink bottles... papers... napkins... mail... toys... candy wrappers... etc. No, that would be ds's truck.
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Harriet))) Still so thankful there were no physical injuries in your area!
Your story about the tree and the disagreements about its age remind me of something, and with your newspaper background, you will sympathize, I think.
DH and ds are alternately ROFLOL vs expressing disgust at an article in our local paper.
The features editor writes about local happenings, historical events, just whatever crosses her mind, and more often than not, her own family (which is very large and does have some interesting local characters.)
But this week, she wrote about a businessman from the 40s-50s, and at the beginning of the article, she says:
As part of the series Memories of ___, we will be bringing you some of the history of our town. Sometimes this information will come from the ___ Archives; other times it will be memories handed down from generation to generation and often it ends up being a mixture of both. This particular article was composed by talking to relatives of the subjects because there was not much information on the gin at the Archives. Any discrepancies can be put down to the passage of time…thank you for following us down memory lane…
DS is just having a field day with this.
One of the pictures is of an early courthouse in our town and says this building burned in 1936, I believe. DS said, "That building didn't burn; it was torn down to build the new one. The first one burned in (whatever, he had the date.)" DS said, "It took me about 5 minutes to look in that history book of the town, and I am pretty sure the Archives has a copy of that book. If she was at the Archives, how much trouble would it be to look it up???"
He and dh also had a big laugh b/c she captioned a picture as saying the local businessman was "standing in front of one of the first bales of hay to be ginned that year."
Mmmm... now y'all, we're sorta backward down here... but we are known for COTTON gins, not HAY gins.
She also misrepresented the timing of some businesses, as to when they were in operation, but that might have been something impossible to document.
DS said, "I really want to correct this for her, but I'm not going to act like a (you know what.")
Well, that's the trouble. It's such a small town that everyone knows her and likes her, so no one wants to call her on it, but stuff like this is just silly. Newspapers become sources for research papers and future information, and when she prints things like this, it just looks stupid.
I think this is the 200th anniversary of the state or something, so there will probably be a lot of articles like this in our little weekly paper.
DS said, "Well... I was about to say I guess we're lucky to have a local paper... but ARE we???"
ROFLOL...
I do wish someone would hire me to proofread for them. I haven't even mentioned the grammatical and punctuation errors I find every week.
Whenever a student would point out an error in our school paper, I would just praise him/her for reading closely and recognizing the error, and challenge him to read our local paper, then compare what I did with a staff of untrained teenagers in one hour a day with what they accomplished with a staff of journalism majors in 40 hours a week.